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Full disclosure: I’m not into vore myself, but have always been curious as to why others enjoy it - as the consumed, the consumer and/or the watcher. And after lurking and taking in some content on this forum, it seems to be quite popular here. Sure enough, the curiosity was piqued.

I’ve used vore as part of character building and development, but in terms of my own pleasure I’m more inclined towards mouth play with some fearplay thrown in - that’s my limit though. But it’s not about me: is anyone kind enough to share what makes it appealing to you?

No judgement

@Technomage said:

Just don’t let them ruin the fun for you, this is a precious, harmless fantasy.

Way ahead of you. I already have so little regard for those kinds of people that it’s probably the closest I’ll ever get to feeling like a (dismissive) giant:

@nyx said in Sex Objects:

so I just created my own content, usually involving ridiculously hot giants because I have no shame. Since then the size community has expanded, so it’s a little easier to find content that emphasizes the giant man rather than focusing on just the tiny woman. Of course, I have an almost endless thirst, so I keep creating content with ridiculously hot giants.

There is no shame and I for one appreciate a lot of what you’ve written

M/f content is already relatively scant and, as you said, much of that is tailored towards male readers (and I’ve been able to identify this better as I’ve gotten older). Not inherently a bad thing and I’m not going to force people to create content that appeals to me, so I create my own content as well, containing hot, attractive giants. Unfortunately it has its limits and it does take a lot of effort to create, even in the right circumstances. I am fortunate however to have met one of my best friends online and we hype each other up - bless them!

First 2 episodes are out. First episode makes good use of the giant-sized Sentinels with a couple of nice handheld scenes, sadly not involving female characters much. Second episode doesn’t have size content, but one character has a monologue that is adjacent and made me a little flustered (he’s also got some silver fox daddy vibes, which I’m all for, campy costume and all).

I watched the original animated series as a child of the 90s and remembered that some of my favourite scenes involved the Sentinels - being one of the few characters 1) with a significant size difference, and 2) involved in handheld scenes, or similar. I was talking to @foreverlurk about how mechs will always have a special place in my interests since mech/giant robot content often filled a void in mainstream media. While I wish they were more humanesque, it was close enough to keep me wanting more.

Anyway, they nailed the 90s style animation and dialogue while giving it an update. Do recommend so far

I’m a personal fan of great/ancient god or demon kept in chains (physical or otherwise) and forced to do the bidding of whoever frees or summons him.

Not sure if this really counts, but I like the idea of the tiny learning to lean into her power. They dynamic might start off with her being kind of a pushover and the giant bullying her and generally throwing his weight around - except, that he can’t actually physically hurt her or do anything that could bring her harm. Among the things that motivate her to change is the fact that they’re going to be together for a loooooooong time.

@Olo it’s only been these past few months that I’ve been really appreciating larger size differences. The body as a landscape has me swooning and blushing something mad.

@Olo

@littlest-lily and @foreverlurk have covered a lot already, but I’ll also weight in. Unlike what the term suggests, it’s an approach to story-telling that’s not exclusively for women, but so named when understood as a contrast to the concept of the “male gaze” and as something that specifically centres a woman/women as a character.

For me, as mentioned, it’s about building empathy and understanding for a character (usually, a woman) as a person with emotions, rather than someone to be objectified. They normally also have some agency, even if it’s just to have an opinion or thoughts in a hopeless situation, rather than some voiceless, mindless doll. I think the “slower” pace is a consequence of this kind of narrative rather than a characteristic per se because it takes time to develop something/someone that is complex, rather than simply focussing on what they look like and how that will gratify the viewer/reader. So you can already expect a build-up like that to be relatively slow - just depends on how much of a burn or detail the creator wants to achieve.

This article is a good intro summary and also talks about respecting the character as well. Re: respect, I don’t think this should be synonymous with “liking” a character or putting them on some pedestal. You can create dislikable, even morally corrupt characters, who you can respect/have due regard for as a person with depth, motivations, struggles, joys, etc. And then you can throw them in the bin - metaphorically and/or literally, whatever floats your boat.

@blehb said:

I used to have A LOT of anxiety growing up, and anxiety is ALL about lacking control and certainty of the circumstances in your life. Well, having something much larger control your entire existence is the perfect manifestation of that fear.

For me, the idea of a giant being in control is a comforting thing - not because I don’t want control of my life, but because being an adult is exhausting! I think especially as I got older, when societal standards and personal circumstances put more responsibility on me to do and be certain things, I just wanted someone else deal with it: do the job, create plans, make decisions, solve the problems, etc. Thinking of a giant either dealing with things or whisking me away was my way of checking out of reality, to an extent.

On the topic of fetish origin stories, here’s an article from 2019 that may be of interest to some: it discusses adult diaper fetishes as a case study, but the discussion and points can be easily applied to other fetishes (some experiences being shared may even seem familiar and relateable). It’s a pretty “fetish positive” article, with little to no judgey-ness from the author or the researchers interviewed, so it’s good little read. The TL;DR can be summed in this quote: “Different people have different reasons for being involved in the fetish or lifestyle.”

This is another trope I really love in a size context. I think language and being able to communicate easily is one of the biggest things most people take for granted in the real world, let alone in a fantastical situation.

I’m not one to subscribe to the whole “too small/big to communicate, sound frequencies, etc.” except for the really massive size differences (like micro, nano, giga, etc.) - I like dialogue between a giant and a tiny, but when something else like a language barrier gets in the way, you’d be forced to compensate and get creative. Broken speech is usually a obvious go-to, but there’s also opportunity for the use of more physical forms of communication: signing, touching, body language, facial expressions (and reading them). By being so physical, it’s a great opportunity to emphasise their size differences: how closely the giant has to focus on her, or how big she has to make her movements; both the giant and tiny’s perspectives on their interactions and each other’s features.

Like with other tropes, it’s a very flexible one. It could also be applied to situations where either the giant or tiny is mute (maybe both!). One scenario I had I mind involves both giant and tiny being unfamiliar with each other’s language and there’s no easily accessible translator (maybe both peoples are isolated from each other, maybe one is other-worldly, etc.) And they both slowly pick up and learn from each other as they spend more time together. As a point of tension, maybe the giant is able to find another giant who can help, who is a bit more fluent than he is, but they end up making the tiny really uncomfortable. Being unable to understand, he doesn’t catch a lot of what the other is saying, but he notices something off about the tiny’s body language and gets them out of there.

From a creative/author perspective, I think it’s a fun little project. Personally, I’m not fluent enough in another language to make it reflect the real world, and I’m not invested enough to invent a language (let alone two) as an alternative. Instead, it would switch between POVs, with the other person’s dialogue being presented as garbled symbols. The POV character is able to catch the occasional word, with dialogue getting more coherent over time as both of their vocabularies grow. And throw in accents, for good measure

Countering feelings of inadequacy with, “It’s often the little things that occupy the biggest parts of our hearts.”

@blehb said:

Now I actually have to write it.

Would love to read it if/when you do

@Olo said:

This happens often enough that they develop a kind of semaphore, where he communicates through combinations of gentle squeezes on certain areas of her body and she responds with pre-arranged sequences of contortions.

Oh that’s a great method! So covert, very sneaky!

@foreverlurk said:

So, plan B : she starts to trace the letters on the palm of my hand (with a twig or something). That’s assuming we share a common written language, of course. I have no idea how I’d communicate back if she’s also deaf, but that’s a start!

She could also use symbols or drawings as well! Though, as a fun challenge for anyone keen, even the use of images can have it’s limitations: not all symbols or pictures will mean the same to other people, let alone someone from a different culture. So without a mutual understanding, you’re bound to hit some walls sometimes. I like to think about the icons developed for the Olympics as an example - you still need some form of reference in order to understand what they mean.

N.B. I’ve been made aware that I posted this around the same time another discussion on the same topic was being held on Discord. It was a total coincidence because I don’t use Discord for size stuff, but it made me laugh and happy to still be involved in other group discussions - even if it is through the ether

(I realise my intent to make this as a “repost” and the OOP username got a bit lost there, sorry. I will treat your comments as responses to the story)

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Relevant responses to OOP:

Replying to u/LikeWipingAMarker (@Olo, please don’t mind the dotpoint format, it’s the only way I could think of to indent the text)

• Thank you so much! Even though I have a better grasp of what is and isn’t acceptable at work, I appreciate the reassurance. I still catch myself wondering if I overreacted, or maybe that I could have handled it better. It gets easier to shake off though. Despite everything, I don’t plan on taking action against the company (but I am keeping records for myself, like the emails to my ex-manager, chat logs, and also maintaining my own journal entries).

• I absolutely agree with your advice on office relationships and I won’t be pursuing anything with my boss (even if I did, I’d have no idea how to go about it. I am absolutely hopeless on that front). I’m happy just to keep my head down, do my job, and get home in as few pieces as possible. That my boss happens to be really attractive is a bonus, heehee

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Replying to u/BrokenByWhispers (@foreverlurk, as above, please don’t mind the dotpoint format!)

• I often feel that shouldn’t speak on MINUS related questions, simply because I have not experienced it. It is best to ask someone with MINUS. In saying that, after reading and learning about the experiences of MINUS survivors (many of whom will never recover, from what I understand), we really do have a lot of similarities besides the stark size difference between us Bigs. For example, having to adjust to being on the “smaller” side of society: despite Tinies in my country living with Bigs for generations, statistically, only 2% of Tinies will have any sort of regular contact with Bigs throughout our entire lives (even less for Tinies outside of cities and towns). For me, all of that started when I got my current job and moved to the city. Before that, I only had very limited contact with Bigs at university, so being surrounded by them for prolonged amounts of time took some getting used to. However, I acknowledge that feeling is probably not as intense for someone with MINUS who has ZERO previous exposure.

• Bearing that in mind, and if you are genuinely seeking my perspective regardless, I give the following additional disclaimers: I am a hopeless romantic and have only ever daydreamed of being asked out by a Big. I also draw on my experiences as a woman who has learned from her not-so-great dating record.

• I guess my first question is whether “your friend” has a professional or informal relationship with his crush (always found this to be an unfortunate term)? You mention that your friend is a “designated giant” - is this like a professional carer? Or they work together and he helps her around the office? If that’s the case, this already warrants some caution (I realise that this may be a case of the pot calling the kettle black seeing as my own crush is my boss, but I have been reading up on the ethics of workplace relationships, including my own company’s policies). HR aside, your friend’s crush may have her own thoughts on this. She may not wish to have a relationship with a co-worker or anybody outside of her social circle - and if this is the case, then I think it’s best for your friend to cut his losses.

• Your friend should be mindful that their crush may be feeling extremely vulnerable, not just physically, but emotionally and mentally. She contracted the virus only last year, which in terms of recovery, really isn’t that long ago. Depending on how well she has adjusted/is adjusting to things, this is a lot for someone to go through, even with support. In the end, the questions you’ve raised are something to ask her. If your friend hasn’t talked to his crush about it yet, it might be worth having the conversation.

• Remember, your friend’s crush is an independent adult with her own thoughts and feelings. The only difference is that she is small. Like with anything else, unless there is something that affects her capacity to make an informed decision, then I think that, yes, she can give, as well as withdraw consent. Your friend seems to be aware of the clear power imbalances in their size difference poses, which is great. So it is also on your friend to be wary of her unspoken uncertainties, and if he feels that something isn’t right, then it’s best to stop.

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Update posted 21 September 2XXX

UPDATE 3: There has been so much time and change since my last post that I thought I would update you. This will likely be my final update - it’s a long one though that hopefully ties everything together.

A month after my last update [April], I had dinner and drinks at my boss’s assistant’s (“Jay”, not real name) place one weekend. My boss was also invited and offered to take me home afterwards.

(For some background about this, skip ahead if you’d like: as part of my country’s long-term amalgamation efforts, the government commissioned infrastructure that allowed both Bigs and Tinies to safely access the same areas to live and/or work, without fear of sudden increases in Tiny casualties. New suburbs were also developed that integrated the new design principles, but it was harder to implement in established areas - these had to be retrofitted and specially maintained: lots of underground and overhead tunnels, bridges between buildings, road expansions for Bigs and protected pathways for Tinies, special public transport routes and rails, etc. My apartment building happens to be in an older, traditionally Tiny neighbourhood.)

Anyway, I had such a great night, but in my jolliness, I forgot that Big access to the area was undergoing maintenance, so he couldn’t pass through the streets to take me home, even if he walked. It was late and dark, it would take me another 20 minutes to walk home from the closest drop-off point. I was and still am uncomfortable walking alone at night sober, let alone tipsy. He offered that I stay at his place just for the night - he’d take the couch and I’d take his bed (a pretty funny image, but a really sweet gesture). I agreed.

The detour back to his place gave us more time to chat. We shared our thoughts about Jay’s relationship (good things, they’re such a cute couple). We were just joking around, he made a pun about me “being a handful”, then the lingering alcohol in my system loosened my lips and I said that if he wanted to see how much of a handful I could be, that he could “put me in his pants pocket next time”. I was so mortified that I literally slapped my hands over my mouth (I am burning red as I type this). It was the most tense silence I’ve ever experienced. Eventually, he broke it to reiterate the sleeping arrangements.

I slept over that night as agreed and he took me to the closest drop-off point in the morning so I could walk home. I apologised before I took off - I think he was being kind when he didn’t make a thing of what I’d said. Come Monday, it was like any other day, though I couldn’t help but feel like he was limiting his contact with me. I felt awful and so embarrassed, but I figured it was for the best considering what I had said that night. I just tried to forget it.

A couple weeks after that [May], my boss announced that I would be shifted to “Operations” (keeping terms vague) and that I would be reporting directly to the Head of Operations instead of him. It made sense since Operations are in charge of implementing company-wide policies, and that being under my boss was just a temporary thing. Apparently, following my treatment from the other office, the company worked double-time to establish a “Tinies Division”, with a team of other Tinies in identified roles. And they wanted me to help with training, introductions, etc. which would later lead me into my role as coordinator.

It was sort of a bittersweet farewell between me and my boss since I’d no longer be working with him (looks aside, I learned a lot from him and he was just an overall good person), but I was starting a new role and would be surrounded by people I didn’t have to crane my neck up 90 degrees just to look at them.

Fast-forward to the beginning of September, and I’m loving my job. It’s been so great having a team to work so closely with, bounce ideas, teach and learn from. The Head of Operations (she’s a Big and my direct manager) has been really supportive and pro-active. We’re starting to see some real changes being made around the office - they’ve just finished installing the last lift and travelator in the boardroom. We’ve recommended holding off on further Tiny hires at the regional offices until we’re tried and tested our other recommendations around Head Office. So far, it’s looking really positive!

I also decided to read up on a BUNCH of compliance, rights, guidelines, policies and procedures all related to Tinies in Big environments - for my job, but also for my own sake. I don’t want anybody to gaslight me and make me question my own experiences again, nor do I want anybody on my team to experience that either. My manager is really impressed, often asks me for advice and will often take me to meetings with her to speak on behalf of the team. As an aside, she seems to be a natural with handling Tinies, she’s so gentle - I’ve asked her to share her methods when the awareness training program gets updated.

Um, so…as for Big Boss… After I got moved on to Operations, we only saw each other occasionally around the office. His schedule got really busy so he was often out or in a meeting. He’d still say hello, ask me how I was doing, and I’d get flustered and stupid as soon as I smelled the bergamot and patchouli. Then I’d admire his back as he strode off. But after a while, his general absence helped me take my mind off of him and that awkward night. The knot in my stomach eventually faded.

I’d still see Jay often and I’d hang out with him and his partner regularly. We got close, I told them things, like my crush on Big Boss without too much detail. Then a couple of weeks ago, they held a games night at their place and invited me and Big Boss. Him being there had me a bit anxious at first, but I had so much fun when the games started, especially when Jay’s partner and I stood in as game pieces. Then of course, when Big Boss picked me up to move me during his turn, all those thoughts I’d pushed down just came flooding back. I was just an awkward stuttering ball by the end of the game.

Big Boss offered to take me home afterward and I accepted, having loosened up and beginning to feel more comfortable around him again. We’re reflecting on the night when he suddenly tells me that he often thinks about what I’d said that night. I’m screaming inside with embarrassment, but just look at him with a broken, “oh yeah?”. And then AND THEN he confessed that he started to like me soon after I started under him, but couldn’t act on it for reasons many of you had warned against, and also because he wasn’t sure how I’d feel about it. When I blurted out that innuendo, part of him was hopeful but he knew then that he had to step away until he figured things out. He says that he had, indeed, been trying to keep some distance from me afterward, but that the shift to Operations had always been planned - it was just a coincidence that it happened so soon after.

The space gave him some time to think things over, revisit his feelings, and eventually seek advice. He spoke to Jay, HR and a bunch of different people about him dating employees. He found out that it would be less of a problem if he was not the employee’s direct line manager, and that it be disclosed as soon as possible to HR. In terms of perceptions of his character, he was willing to wear it and deal with whatever came about, and at that point, he was confident that the quality of my work and improvement highlighted how capable I was and that didn’t need underhanded intervention (which I was very flattered to hear). On a personal level, because some time had passed since I’d moved teams up to when he started inquiring, he was also concerned that I’d moved on, but it was Jay and his partner (of course!) who had assured him not to be worried.

I didn’t know what to say, it was a lot to take in. I don’t remember all of what he said because at some point, I got distracted by how nice his voice sounded, and also…that he likes me??? The point was, from the company’s perspective, it wouldn’t be a problem if we started dating, but we would have to be very careful and limit our interactions. It was, of course, up to me if we actually went ahead with it.

Guys, I know I said I wouldn’t, and that I wanted to keep my work and private life separate, but I couldn’t help it. Maybe I was caught up in the moment, but I was so smitten. I agreed for him to take me dinner the next night. When he dropped me off near my place (no maintenance this time!), he kissed my hand (and a bit of my arm) before putting me down. I was giggling like a school girl all the way up to my apartment, and held that hand all night. I realise that this reads like a silly, second-rate romance you might find in an online comic, but it is what it is; it makes me giddy and I like it.

So it’s been a couple of weeks since then. We agreed to take it slow, but one thing led to another recently and… well, I didn’t think a tongue as big as my bed could feel so good between my legs, but here I am writing this, with my cheeks all red and hot just thinking about it. We’re having dinner and catching a movie tonight, and I’ll be demonstrating what I meant about being in his pants pocket heeheehee

End of post. OOP has not updated.

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(If you got this far, thank you for reading my abridged size romance trashfire. A lot of it was inspired by my own personal work frustrations, so it’s a bit of a vent piece in a way.

As cheeky compensation for a lack of more intimate details, I’ll say that this couple end up staying together, and they further explore the sensational opportunities their size discrepancy affords. One of their favourite things to do is for her to be kept in his underwear, and the goal is to keep hard for as long as possible without making him cum. She also gets to experience being crushed (safely) and develops an appreciation for mouthplay and fearplay.)

It’s usually context specific for me. I’ve gushed already about giants in armour or some form of uniform (particularly of authority), e.g. medieval fantasy setting, post-apocalyptic world, etc. I’m also on board with the corporate or business casual look. Honestly, a well fitting shirt and/or suit and good pair of boots won’t go amiss. Anything that cuts a nice figure into a fella, showing some effort in his appearance.

(It’s been really fun and therapeutic for me, but this’ll be my last Reddit-style post for a while. Warning: this is not a shrinking one, but a giant one. I have my own thoughts on the outcome, but the ending is purposely left open to interpretation. It’s a little darker than my usual stuff, but nothing too graphic. Lots of “fill in the blanks”.)

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Posted in r/UnhingedWhistleblowing
By u/MassReduction-6uwu9

Note: This is a repost of a deleted post in r/WorkConfessions . There were no other updates and OP has deleted her account. It sounds bonkers, could just be trolling. Even with the details in the original post, I can’t find any evidence of what she’s saying online or in the media, but the whole MINUS thing has taught me to keep an open mind. Thought you all might appreciate it though. This was originally a massive wall of text, so I’ve added paragraph breaks where I think is appropriate. I’ve also edited out some details which might cause the post to be flagged and taken down, I’ll put them in [SQUARE BRACKETS].

Trigger warnings: Suggestion or mentions of death, medical complications, violence/injury, insane workplace

Mood spoiler: Don’t know, OP has been deleted. Kinda positive?

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I F’d Up by accidentally taking part in an evil experiment

I’m (XXf) part of an independent research team who were commissioned by the military to partake in a rather suspect project. The project aims to make people, um…much taller than average. MUCH taller than average. Like “the size of a building”, “could take on Godzilla” kind of big. Honestly, that part’s no big secret since the whole thing was announced and published on mass media. What I’m sharing could very well land me in trouble, but after what I’ve learned over the past year or so, the whole situation is so screwed up a hundred ways to absolute shit. So I need to get it out there in case anything happens to me.

For some background: as many of you know, despite the world going to shit, some countries still think it’s worth investing in “efficient and high impact” military programs to compete in a global pissing contest over who has the largest armed forces. Well, [REDACTED, OP’s country] decided to take that objective quite literally.

A bunch of people were chosen to participate, and they stayed on-site in the [REDACTED] Compound as willing subjects (I hate using that word). The Compound is very remote, extremely hard to spot from above, and stretches several kilometres underground, where most of the work is done. The Compound accommodates anyone involved in the project, myself included. Unlike staff, subjects couldn’t be given completely furnished quarters that you’d otherwise expect when living away from home, given their “enlarged” states. The subjects were provided clothes, food, showers, recreational space, access to the outdoors (though limited and strictly monitored), and they could ask for extra things and gadgets which could be modified to match their new heights. As you’ll find out later, it became more difficult as the goalposts kept shifting further and further away.

For simplicity’s sake, I’ll say that my team is involved with things that relates to direct contact with the subjects. I was new and assisted the Chief Investigators (CIs), collected data and went home/back to my quarters at the end of the day. For our safety, we’d talk to the subjects from a separate but conjoined Observation Room that was separated by a heavily reinforced polymer door. We could enter a subject’s space through the door, but it was too small for the subject to use themselves.

I was fine with my position and the money was really good. I was a believer of the “less I know, the better” philosophy (and the other assistants were the same), until I learned that living in ignorance was living on borrowed bliss. Sad thing is (amongst many) I actually liked my role: I got to talk with the subjects, see how they were doing, and liaised with the staff to help the subjects be more comfortable. I got to know them and made friends with them, to the chagrin of the CIs.

The project started interesting enough - I’ll venture to say reasonable even, compared to what they ended up doing. The subjects were originally meant to be “enlarged” to about 3-3.5m (10-12ft), which was successful and was stable. The subjects were able to do everything as normal (as normal as a person who had just doubled in height) for about 2 months before the project was directed to up the enlargement targets incrementally every couple of months or so. Roughly:

6-7.5m (20-25ft)
9-11m (29-36ft)
12-15m (40-50ft)
17-20m (55-65ft)
24-30m (80-100ft) and so on…

I personally don’t know the exact science, it was another team (maybe a few of them) that worked out how to counter the issues posed by the square-cube law. They kept that for higher security clearances. But after the third successful increase to 9-11m (29-36ft), at least half of the subjects were beginning to experience complications: chronic pain, constant headaches and nausea, difficulty breathing, loss of appetite followed by drastic loss of mass. Five of them, if you haven’t guessed yet, [REDACTED]. The CIs classed them as “unstable” and [REDACTED] as soon as their vitals [REDACTED]. Despite voicing their anxieties, the subjects were reminded of their obligations to the project, and that their contracts were iron-clad. Needless to say, they weren’t happy.

By the 12-15m (40-50ft) mark, those remaining were given special, self-cleaning and hyper-flexible suits supposedly to help maintain anatomic stability. It was a lie:

1. The timing conveniently aligned with the subjects’ heightened frustration and agitation; and

2. Remotely controlled biometric mesh was built into the fabric which the CIs could activate to send out a “remedial reverberation” to “undesirable responses to instructions” (i.e. a painful electric shock sent directly into the spine).

Whoever designed them must have been some fucking anime fan or something, because they looked like those suits you’d see on mech shows; sort of streamlined and covering from neck to toe.

With every target being met, we lost more subjects. I listened to them as they described their pain, or told me something that turned out to be a hallucination (if you’re ever caught in a similar situation, the worst thing you can tell an agitated fucking giant is “no, that didn’t happen”). I watched them [REDACTED] as they asphyxiated, their organs failed, or their bodies effectively ate themselves. And then, after a couple of months, the ones still alive would undergo “enlargement” again. And on and on it went.

They were my friends.

I tried appealing for the CIs to object to any further changes, even reverse them, but they reminded me of my contract and the NDA I signed. I’m pretty sure they dropped some thinly veiled threats too. I know they’ve considered just letting me go, but they won’t. The other assistants have been let go or moved on; they didn’t need so many people on payroll with fewer giants in the Compound.

Meanwhile, I developed close relationships with the subjects - my friends - that I was the only one that could keep them calm. And the bigger they got, the less certain the CIs were in being able to keep them in line. One of the CIs personally experienced how efficient a literal man-sized hand is in breaking multiple bones of a grown person in multiple places at once. They don’t try to keep me happy necessarily, but they don’t try to piss me off either. They mostly just make themselves scarce and leave me to do my job. There isn’t a hell of a lot I can do anyway with my limited security clearance.

Eventually, it got down to just one guy (“Dee”). He and another person successfully (a subjective term) reached the 48-60m (160-200ft) target, but the other person [REDACTED] about a week after. Dee’s on the larger end of the target range. He’s the last remaining person from the original pool of 40. We’re the only ones who have any regular contact with each other. He’s about my age, maybe a bit older. He’s nice, kinda flirty. He calls me “Shorty” or “Doctor Too Little” (I’m not a doctor, but I’ll take it for the sake of the pun). We often eat meals together, don’t even bother with the separate rooms anymore to talk: he’d just pick me up and put me on his table.

If I weren’t smaller than his finger, I’d go out with him. Hell, to be honest, I probably still would - it’s the situation, not him, that doesn’t make for a conducive dating environment. When I think about it, I thought seeing him grow every couple of months made me nervous, but it’s more of a…giddiness. I just smile, thinking about his big hands, fingers the size of tree trunks, but still able to deftly pick up whatever object I was holding to hang it over my head. He sure likes to tease. One time, I had my hand out towards him and he pretended to try to bite it. Turns out, the sound of huge teeth cracking on teeth is both horrifying and exhilarating. If it were someone else though, I wouldn’t have laughed.

And God, he’s got shoulders for days - proportionately, not because he’s bigger than most apartment buildings. He just looks so good in that suit… Ugh, a suit that could cause him an indescribable amount of pain - do you see all the different levels of fucked up this is? That this whole thing makes me? Like, why am I even saying this?

Anyway.

Now down to just one giant, and after touting the program as being such a great success to the public, the CIs have become extra cautious on how best to proceed. They were lucky with Dee making it this far with few complications, so they were no longer interested in further enlargement and now invested in maintaining current levels. They’d observed a “noticeable” loss of hypodermic mass since the last enlargement. They had some initial success with something they had tried on the other giant who passed and were keen to try it on Dee. It’s hard to tell any differences from my perspective when everything about him is just huge by default, but when they mentioned it, he did seem a bit gaunt. When I mentioned it to Dee, he just said that he was a little bit hungrier, but had chalked it up to everyone still adjusting to the new height increase.

So they changed his food. I wasn’t sure how or with what at the time, but he did seem to improve; he filled out a little more, got some colour back in his cheeks. I was hopeful that things would get better, especially after they’d decided to stop enlargement. The side-effects were minor with only the occasional headache, he even seemed in better spirits. He was in a particularly playful mood one night when, while chatting after dinner and on the topic of dogs, he lifted me to his face and licked me. Like a big, long wet streak all the way up my body. Yes, it was as soft and wet as you think; no, it didn’t freak me out as much as I thought it would. Honestly, that wasn’t as worrying as the look he gave me afterward. Like engrossed, intense…even hungry. Maybe it was nothing, because nothing else happened that night or the days following.

Here’s where the camel’s back breaks:

Dee and I were chatting tonight. I commented on how hungry he must have been because of how ravenously he ate his dinner. He just laughed, said how nice the food has been since they changed it and that he really looks forward to mealtimes. I asked him what his favourite dish was, and he just said, with no pause, “You". I just took it as some harmless flirting and didn’t think anything more of it than some (appreciated) flattery.

It was getting late, I said goodnight and that I’d swing by the Observation Room to pick up my stuff first. I spotted a manilla folder that must have slipped behind the console against the wall and on to the floor. It had no label, just four red dot stickers on the bottom right-hand corner. I didn’t know who it belonged to, so I opened it up to find out. With no identification page, I flicked through it.

God, part of me wishes I didn’t…

It went into graphic detail about “processing” [REDACTED] - all types, from different sources. I don’t know if they were already [REDACTED]. There were so many pictures, like scenes from a slaughterhouse or a morgue, a lot in black and white but some in colour. It was for food - for Dee, and approved for use for any future programs.

I used to joke about the whole [REDACTED] thing, but now it makes me sick. The looks Dee has been giving me, the comments, that lick? I don’t know if they’re jokes, I don’t know if he’s flirting. But I think the food is changing him. I’m starting to wonder if he’s been getting bigger without the enlargement process, but maybe I’m just freaking out.

He’s not a monster.

I’m still awake, I can’t sleep. I’m scared.

I realise why I’m writing things that don’t seem relevant: I just want to write my stream of consciousness in case I miss any little detail that could be important. I’m not going to edit anything. I can’t keep hiding this.

“Fucked” is an understatement for this whole horror shitshow. I doubt any of you will believe me, and this’ll probably get wiped for not being real. But I’m out of ideas on what to do. All I know is that I’ve got to do something.

I’m going to be proactive. I can’t keep doing nothing.

Tomorrow, I’m going straight to Dee and show him the folder.

I’ll tell him everything, consequences be damned.

I hope he’ll help.

@SizePrize69 said:

I have this malegaze POV on size fetishism but I would love to dig deeper into femgaze.
I somehow have this preconceived idea that female writers tend to focus more on eliciting emotional responses and focus more on the build-up to sexual scenes.

Members have shared their thoughts on the male gaze/femgaze within size stories before, if you’re curious and for your goal. Not saying that it can’t be discussed again - I’m all for discussion - just that it might be a good starting-off point. We’re lucky to have some insightful members on DD

Re: your original question
I’m a woman and far more often prefer to consume free content, but I have spent money before - on comics, namely. My recent purchase was on Angel’s Giantlands comic that she has been working on.

As @foreverlurk has mentioned, a lot of excellent M/f content is very fortunately made free by authors/artists. I think because of a general lack of M/f content (even fewer if we’re focussing on female/femme-friendly content specifically), creators are happy to share out of solidarity with their fellow M/f fans. In saying that: I would also happily support by purchasing content, so long as it’s good quality, something I would enjoy and if it’s within my budget.

@SizePrize69 said:

Do you think that the preconceived idea that erotica is more popular with women than men is grounded on some truth?

Don’t know if there are peer-reviewed studies, but there is a general consensus that women consume more literary erotica than men. People have supposedly gotten numbers from Amazon (maybe other platforms) which have also reflected majority-female consumers of erotic fiction, and it’s generally understood that FanFiction writers and readers are majority women. There are different reasons why, but it is mostly attributed to women wanting to create/consume content that better caters to them rather than most mainstream content (which takes us back to the male gaze/femgaze discussion).